The Johnny Depp-narrated documentary “Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson” comes out in limited release Friday.
Despite my mixed feelings about Thomson’s suicide, there is no better journalism to celebrate on Independence Day. From the Chicago Tribune’s review:
“Gonzo” could use more such insight. It’s accessible, entertaining and hugely kinetic, packed with memorable songs from Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix and many more icons of Thompson’s era. Like all of Gibney’s work, it’s informative and a little titillating, just sensationalistic enough to grab a broader audience than the subject alone might warrant. And it’s a fine portrait for neophytes looking for a first overview of Thompson’s life, work and eventual well-telegraphed suicide. But like Thompson’s work itself, it sometimes feels like a smoke screen, a colorful but distracting, distracted set of pretenses hiding as much as they reveal.